The Festive Special
I’ve sat down to write this piece about half a dozen times over the past few weeks—hoping to have published it long before now—and...
My neck, my back, my tumours and my cracks
Living with cancer is like burning a candle at both ends. One wick is the gentle fire of life. As it melts away the...
A Tribute to the Young Carcinomie
A Tribute to the Young Carcinomie To the parents, real and would-be, who've had their choices stripped by cancer, whose special memories are tainted...
Cancer and the Holidays
Once again it's that time of year where friends, family, and colleagues get together to celebrate the holidays, imbibing in such abominations as eggnog and snacking down on abhorrent recipes of fruitcake.
Remembering My Mother, Tanya.
I want to preface this piece by saying that it was incredibly painful to write. It took me about three hours and a dozen Kleenex as I revisited the experience of my mom living with colon cancer.
I miss her terribly and, with my father's permission, have published this in her memory with the hope that it helps others navigating their own losses understand that they are not alone.